Shi Heng walked out of Jing'an Temple, holding the glass bottle in both hands, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
"Boss, where are we going now?"
Mark asked in a low voice, his eyes briefly glancing at the glass bottle before quickly looking away.
From the time he boarded the plane last night until now, Shi Heng has been holding this glass bottle.
"How's things going in the capital?" Shi Heng asked.
Mark immediately reported: "Your father is handling the aftermath of the wedding. The thirteen elderly people in Gujia Village have woken up and are fine. They insisted on returning. Renault arranged for someone to send them off today."
"Also... Renault asked your father for Ryan, saying he wanted to 'settle old scores.'"
Shi Heng was silent for a moment before he said, "Let's go to Emerald Bay."
He wasn't ready to go back and face the capital.
In other words, he was not yet ready to face a capital city without Gu Youran.
The car drove into the residential complex, Shi Heng got out holding a glass bottle and stood downstairs of the familiar apartment building.
He looked up at the familiar window, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the elevator.
The moment he opened the door, his eyes instantly turned red.
He placed the glass bottle gently on the coffee table.
"Youbao, I'm back..." The voice was particularly clear in the empty room.
He slowly walked into the living room and stroked his fingers across the fabric sofa. That was Gu Youran's favorite place to curl up and read.
Every corner of the room bore traces of her having lived there.
Walking into the study, his eyes fell on the laptop on the desk, which was Gu Youran's exclusive use.
He hesitated for a moment, then sat down at the desk and turned on the computer.
Press the power button, the screen lights up and a password input box pops up.
Enter Gu Youran’s birthday for the first time.
The screen displays Wrong Password.
The second time they enter their anniversary.
Still wrong.
He tried entering his birthday.
It was actually unlocked.
He was stunned. He didn't expect Gu Youran to use his birthday as the password.
The desktop wallpaper is a photo of him sleeping soundly, even his eyelashes are clearly visible.
There are only two folders on the computer interface.
He clicked on the folder called "My Favorites".
There are more than 300 photos in it.
He is the protagonist of every picture.
His slightly frowning face while eating, his long legs curled up on the sofa as he slept soundly, his back elongated by the setting sun as he stood in front of the French window...
All the photos were taken from candid angles, and some were even blurry and out of focus, as if she had pressed the shutter in a hurry.
Shi Heng's throat tightened and his chest felt like it was hit hard by something.
More than three hundred moments.
That was also the evidence that she had secretly stared at him more than three hundred times.
"So..." His voice died in his throat, "You've hidden so many of my photos."
I unconsciously stroked myself in the photo with my fingertips. Just as the corners of my mouth lifted, my heart suddenly tightened with a sour feeling.
He clicked on another folder named "Ah Heng's Birthday Gift".
The audio files on the screen are neatly arranged, like a tunnel traveling through time.
The names of the files are: One-year-old gift, two-year-old gift...until twenty-nine-year-old gift.
Shi Heng's fingertips trembled violently, and he finally clicked on one of the files.
Gu Youran's voice suddenly rang out in the quiet room, as clear as morning dewdrops:
"You look like a cat when you sleep, your eyelashes fluttering, your breathing light..."
The simple guitar accompaniment is like the breeze on a summer night, gently blowing past your ears.
He clicked on another file.
The prelude exploded like thunder, the electric guitar roared, and her voice became fiery and bold:
"I want the whole world to know—you are mine!"
It turned out that these twenty-nine files were the twenty-nine songs she had carefully prepared for him.
From the fiery of rock to the gentleness of folk music, from the laziness of jazz to the elegance of classical music...
She uses twenty-nine musical languages to express the same subject.
She loved him, deeply.
The last song, "30th Anniversary Gift (Unfinished)", was created two months ago.
Shi Heng's breathing stagnated, and with trembling hands he clicked on the last document, which read:
Ah Heng:
Since the day we got our marriage certificate, I have been secretly doing something very romantic.
Making up for the birthday gifts you received over the past 29 years.
You must have been a soft little ball when you were one year old, so I wrote a lullaby, imagining how I would coax you to sleep;
At the age of 7, you should be a naughty little boy. I composed a cheerful nursery rhyme to play with you.
At 18, you must be a young man full of vigor and ambition. I composed a passionate song to accompany you to conquer the world...
One song a year, I compose all the years before I met you into melodies.
When you turn 30, this complete album will be my birthday gift to you.
30 songs, 30 rings of life, I want to make up for all the time I have missed.
In this way, I will be present in every moment of your life.
——Youbao, who loves you forever. 】
Shi Heng couldn't hold back any longer and tears welled up in his eyes.
He held the mouse tightly, his whole body shaking.
"Youbao... Youbao..."
He kept calling her name until his voice became hoarse, "How could you... just disappear like this..."
He slumped over the desk, his shoulders twitching violently and whimpering like a trapped animal.
On the computer screen, the birthday song that Gu Youran prepared for him always stopped at the 29th song.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stood up and wiped the tears from his face with his palm.
A thought he had never thought of hit him.
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